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There were few things that Zoser loved more than his books and the quiet hours in the archives - but nearing the top of that list was a long, luxurious pampering at the Bathhouses. It was not that his duties within the Palace were overbearing by any means, but there was some peace of mind and soothing of the spirit that took place within the cavernous marble walls. It was one of the few times where he could completely empty his mind and silence his tongue.
Upon arrival, he was escorted through the corridors, the padding of his bare feet seeming to echo in an almost supernatural way as he was guided to the grand pool, twice as long as it was wide, with pillars ensconced with perfectly scribed tales of gods and heroes of Egypt. The sunlight poured through the open roof, reflecting on the water and the present bathers.
As Zoser stepped into the water, he let out a sigh of relief, stepping in about waist deep before fulling submerging himself for a moment. The cool water was a blessing to his skin, immediately dissipating the heat of the sun. As he emerged from the water again, he could almost imagine the sand rippling away from his body, but he knew that water alone could not give him what was needed. Almost before he turned his head fully, a bathhouse worker placed a tray with bottles of oils and salts at the edge of the pool, as well as a chalice of wine and a second tray of small delicacies including goats cheese and stuffed dates.
These extra niceties were worth the extra coin each time, as he found since Iahotep's ascension as Pharoah had left him with precious little time to devote to such attentions. The state of both the Pharoah and the Queen occupied much of his time, as well as the management of the newest scribes and archivists in the bowels of the Evening Star Palace. There was always something to be done or arranged, and many years ago, he was given the space and the freedom to spend hours upon hours collecting and sorting the contents of the archives, and sometimes he even had the time to enjoy reading the ancient texts for himself.
There was no animosity towards this, though, as the interruptions from his position often consisted of providing valued council to Queen Hatshepsut. He cherished those moments with the girl - no, the young woman. Having been her tutor and constant companion for nearly a decade now, he often lapsed in seeing her as a grown woman as opposed to the bright young girl, filled with questions and curiosity about the world around her. To say Zoser was fond of her would be an understatement, but the care he held for her was much like that of an older brother or father in some ways.
Still, as he poured the fragranced oil over the salts in his hands, he honestly put all thoughts of those he served and his work as a whole out of his mind and focused on the blessed sensation of the salts against his skin. His fingertips pressed the salts up towards his hairline, loosening any sign of sand and sweat from his greying hair. While it was common for many men to shave their hair or crop it close to the scalp, Zoser preferred to maintain some length to his hair, almost as if showing off the streaks of silver as if they were marks of wisdom. He was, however, stuck on the decision of receiving a shave with his massage or once again attempting to grow out his beard to aim for the full fledged appearance of an academic master.
Once he gave every inch of himself the attention that was needed with the perfumed oils and scrubbing salts, he exited the pool and motioned for a servant to manage the trays as he cross over to the four small hot pools. He slipped into the water with an audible sigh and let his arms stretch wide across the edge, the chalice and tray of food placed near his fingertips as he let his head lean back against the side of the pool. Once the heat of the water loosened his muscles, he would receive a massage and then sit in the steaming room. However, for the moment, he felt as though he could nearly fall asleep in the blessed waters, even as his ears heard the sound of padding footsteps nearing.
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There were few things that Zoser loved more than his books and the quiet hours in the archives - but nearing the top of that list was a long, luxurious pampering at the Bathhouses. It was not that his duties within the Palace were overbearing by any means, but there was some peace of mind and soothing of the spirit that took place within the cavernous marble walls. It was one of the few times where he could completely empty his mind and silence his tongue.
Upon arrival, he was escorted through the corridors, the padding of his bare feet seeming to echo in an almost supernatural way as he was guided to the grand pool, twice as long as it was wide, with pillars ensconced with perfectly scribed tales of gods and heroes of Egypt. The sunlight poured through the open roof, reflecting on the water and the present bathers.
As Zoser stepped into the water, he let out a sigh of relief, stepping in about waist deep before fulling submerging himself for a moment. The cool water was a blessing to his skin, immediately dissipating the heat of the sun. As he emerged from the water again, he could almost imagine the sand rippling away from his body, but he knew that water alone could not give him what was needed. Almost before he turned his head fully, a bathhouse worker placed a tray with bottles of oils and salts at the edge of the pool, as well as a chalice of wine and a second tray of small delicacies including goats cheese and stuffed dates.
These extra niceties were worth the extra coin each time, as he found since Iahotep's ascension as Pharoah had left him with precious little time to devote to such attentions. The state of both the Pharoah and the Queen occupied much of his time, as well as the management of the newest scribes and archivists in the bowels of the Evening Star Palace. There was always something to be done or arranged, and many years ago, he was given the space and the freedom to spend hours upon hours collecting and sorting the contents of the archives, and sometimes he even had the time to enjoy reading the ancient texts for himself.
There was no animosity towards this, though, as the interruptions from his position often consisted of providing valued council to Queen Hatshepsut. He cherished those moments with the girl - no, the young woman. Having been her tutor and constant companion for nearly a decade now, he often lapsed in seeing her as a grown woman as opposed to the bright young girl, filled with questions and curiosity about the world around her. To say Zoser was fond of her would be an understatement, but the care he held for her was much like that of an older brother or father in some ways.
Still, as he poured the fragranced oil over the salts in his hands, he honestly put all thoughts of those he served and his work as a whole out of his mind and focused on the blessed sensation of the salts against his skin. His fingertips pressed the salts up towards his hairline, loosening any sign of sand and sweat from his greying hair. While it was common for many men to shave their hair or crop it close to the scalp, Zoser preferred to maintain some length to his hair, almost as if showing off the streaks of silver as if they were marks of wisdom. He was, however, stuck on the decision of receiving a shave with his massage or once again attempting to grow out his beard to aim for the full fledged appearance of an academic master.
Once he gave every inch of himself the attention that was needed with the perfumed oils and scrubbing salts, he exited the pool and motioned for a servant to manage the trays as he cross over to the four small hot pools. He slipped into the water with an audible sigh and let his arms stretch wide across the edge, the chalice and tray of food placed near his fingertips as he let his head lean back against the side of the pool. Once the heat of the water loosened his muscles, he would receive a massage and then sit in the steaming room. However, for the moment, he felt as though he could nearly fall asleep in the blessed waters, even as his ears heard the sound of padding footsteps nearing.
There were few things that Zoser loved more than his books and the quiet hours in the archives - but nearing the top of that list was a long, luxurious pampering at the Bathhouses. It was not that his duties within the Palace were overbearing by any means, but there was some peace of mind and soothing of the spirit that took place within the cavernous marble walls. It was one of the few times where he could completely empty his mind and silence his tongue.
Upon arrival, he was escorted through the corridors, the padding of his bare feet seeming to echo in an almost supernatural way as he was guided to the grand pool, twice as long as it was wide, with pillars ensconced with perfectly scribed tales of gods and heroes of Egypt. The sunlight poured through the open roof, reflecting on the water and the present bathers.
As Zoser stepped into the water, he let out a sigh of relief, stepping in about waist deep before fulling submerging himself for a moment. The cool water was a blessing to his skin, immediately dissipating the heat of the sun. As he emerged from the water again, he could almost imagine the sand rippling away from his body, but he knew that water alone could not give him what was needed. Almost before he turned his head fully, a bathhouse worker placed a tray with bottles of oils and salts at the edge of the pool, as well as a chalice of wine and a second tray of small delicacies including goats cheese and stuffed dates.
These extra niceties were worth the extra coin each time, as he found since Iahotep's ascension as Pharoah had left him with precious little time to devote to such attentions. The state of both the Pharoah and the Queen occupied much of his time, as well as the management of the newest scribes and archivists in the bowels of the Evening Star Palace. There was always something to be done or arranged, and many years ago, he was given the space and the freedom to spend hours upon hours collecting and sorting the contents of the archives, and sometimes he even had the time to enjoy reading the ancient texts for himself.
There was no animosity towards this, though, as the interruptions from his position often consisted of providing valued council to Queen Hatshepsut. He cherished those moments with the girl - no, the young woman. Having been her tutor and constant companion for nearly a decade now, he often lapsed in seeing her as a grown woman as opposed to the bright young girl, filled with questions and curiosity about the world around her. To say Zoser was fond of her would be an understatement, but the care he held for her was much like that of an older brother or father in some ways.
Still, as he poured the fragranced oil over the salts in his hands, he honestly put all thoughts of those he served and his work as a whole out of his mind and focused on the blessed sensation of the salts against his skin. His fingertips pressed the salts up towards his hairline, loosening any sign of sand and sweat from his greying hair. While it was common for many men to shave their hair or crop it close to the scalp, Zoser preferred to maintain some length to his hair, almost as if showing off the streaks of silver as if they were marks of wisdom. He was, however, stuck on the decision of receiving a shave with his massage or once again attempting to grow out his beard to aim for the full fledged appearance of an academic master.
Once he gave every inch of himself the attention that was needed with the perfumed oils and scrubbing salts, he exited the pool and motioned for a servant to manage the trays as he cross over to the four small hot pools. He slipped into the water with an audible sigh and let his arms stretch wide across the edge, the chalice and tray of food placed near his fingertips as he let his head lean back against the side of the pool. Once the heat of the water loosened his muscles, he would receive a massage and then sit in the steaming room. However, for the moment, he felt as though he could nearly fall asleep in the blessed waters, even as his ears heard the sound of padding footsteps nearing.
With the Hei's shortage of funds, Kissan did not often get to experience the luxuries of the baths. Yet, he'd saved his coins and so it was that he found himself using the fairly calm day to go and take a much needed bath and massage. He didn't have the extra coinage to splurge on delicacies to eat but the bit of oils and salts would be plenty.
He had just missed the previous patron in the first bath and the coolness lapped up around his skin making him give a brief shiver. It felt good but also a bit shocking after the heat of the sun. Kissan always preferred the warmer baths later on in the process, but he knew one had to start in the cool bath first, it was simply the way things were done.
Hurrying a bit and diving under the water to fully submerge his short, dark hair, Kissan swam across the pool and back before emerging and quickly working in the salt and oils. He should have taken more time but the truth was he was simply too eager to get back into the warmer waters of the next pool. With the salt and oil rubbed in over his shoulders and into his scalp and some into his thighs and feet, Kissan padded quickly over to the next pool.
Eager as any seventeen year old might be, Kissan did not fully register that this pool was already occupied when he walked up and eagerly began to slip in. Pausing just past midway, Kissan stopped in surprise as he realized the pool was already occupied and by none other than his father's friend Zoser!
While Kissan himself had not had the pleasure to really hang out with Zoser, the man had often come by to check on the family after Kissan's father passed and Kissan had often observed Zoser and Narmer discussing matters in an attempt to bring the Hei back into its glory.
"Uncle Zoser!" Kissan exclaimed in surprise though still trying to keep his voice down to respect the protocol of the relaxing nature of the baths. "I did not expect to see you here!" Kissan grinned and slipped down further into the warmer waters, the oils and salts enhancing the feel of the water as it slipped over him.
"What is the latest news from the palace?" Kissan asked excitedly in a hushed tone. His eyes were all a sparkle with excitement for news or gossip, whichever his father and uncle's friend decided to share.
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With the Hei's shortage of funds, Kissan did not often get to experience the luxuries of the baths. Yet, he'd saved his coins and so it was that he found himself using the fairly calm day to go and take a much needed bath and massage. He didn't have the extra coinage to splurge on delicacies to eat but the bit of oils and salts would be plenty.
He had just missed the previous patron in the first bath and the coolness lapped up around his skin making him give a brief shiver. It felt good but also a bit shocking after the heat of the sun. Kissan always preferred the warmer baths later on in the process, but he knew one had to start in the cool bath first, it was simply the way things were done.
Hurrying a bit and diving under the water to fully submerge his short, dark hair, Kissan swam across the pool and back before emerging and quickly working in the salt and oils. He should have taken more time but the truth was he was simply too eager to get back into the warmer waters of the next pool. With the salt and oil rubbed in over his shoulders and into his scalp and some into his thighs and feet, Kissan padded quickly over to the next pool.
Eager as any seventeen year old might be, Kissan did not fully register that this pool was already occupied when he walked up and eagerly began to slip in. Pausing just past midway, Kissan stopped in surprise as he realized the pool was already occupied and by none other than his father's friend Zoser!
While Kissan himself had not had the pleasure to really hang out with Zoser, the man had often come by to check on the family after Kissan's father passed and Kissan had often observed Zoser and Narmer discussing matters in an attempt to bring the Hei back into its glory.
"Uncle Zoser!" Kissan exclaimed in surprise though still trying to keep his voice down to respect the protocol of the relaxing nature of the baths. "I did not expect to see you here!" Kissan grinned and slipped down further into the warmer waters, the oils and salts enhancing the feel of the water as it slipped over him.
"What is the latest news from the palace?" Kissan asked excitedly in a hushed tone. His eyes were all a sparkle with excitement for news or gossip, whichever his father and uncle's friend decided to share.
With the Hei's shortage of funds, Kissan did not often get to experience the luxuries of the baths. Yet, he'd saved his coins and so it was that he found himself using the fairly calm day to go and take a much needed bath and massage. He didn't have the extra coinage to splurge on delicacies to eat but the bit of oils and salts would be plenty.
He had just missed the previous patron in the first bath and the coolness lapped up around his skin making him give a brief shiver. It felt good but also a bit shocking after the heat of the sun. Kissan always preferred the warmer baths later on in the process, but he knew one had to start in the cool bath first, it was simply the way things were done.
Hurrying a bit and diving under the water to fully submerge his short, dark hair, Kissan swam across the pool and back before emerging and quickly working in the salt and oils. He should have taken more time but the truth was he was simply too eager to get back into the warmer waters of the next pool. With the salt and oil rubbed in over his shoulders and into his scalp and some into his thighs and feet, Kissan padded quickly over to the next pool.
Eager as any seventeen year old might be, Kissan did not fully register that this pool was already occupied when he walked up and eagerly began to slip in. Pausing just past midway, Kissan stopped in surprise as he realized the pool was already occupied and by none other than his father's friend Zoser!
While Kissan himself had not had the pleasure to really hang out with Zoser, the man had often come by to check on the family after Kissan's father passed and Kissan had often observed Zoser and Narmer discussing matters in an attempt to bring the Hei back into its glory.
"Uncle Zoser!" Kissan exclaimed in surprise though still trying to keep his voice down to respect the protocol of the relaxing nature of the baths. "I did not expect to see you here!" Kissan grinned and slipped down further into the warmer waters, the oils and salts enhancing the feel of the water as it slipped over him.
"What is the latest news from the palace?" Kissan asked excitedly in a hushed tone. His eyes were all a sparkle with excitement for news or gossip, whichever his father and uncle's friend decided to share.
Utter relaxation nearly took Zoser off to the land of sleep. Visions of the world around him and conversations from earlier in the day slowly blended into memories of the past. The way the steam from the hot pools filled the air with humidity, mixed with the scent of salt dissolved in water and the wafting scent of wine in the air brought back a familiar memory from over a decade ago.
There was a thin, sandy beach sprawling next to the deep blue of the Aegean sea. Masts of the ships sprung from the water like cypress trees slicing across the horizon. On the cliffs above, the pleated column gleamed in stark white marble, not golden sandstone, some even bore the semblance of young maidens who seemed to bear the weight of the stone roof with their beauty alone. The water dripped down from longer, pitch black curls onto his shoulders where his simple chiton was pinned with a shining bronze fibulae...
Next to him, someone offered him a fig, and he smiled...
Then, the sound of his own name burst through this reverie.
His long lashes fluttered open, adjusting to the dim lamplight of the room and in an instant, Greece felt leagues and years away. He looked up at the figure addressing him with a soft hum, and then his cat like grin returned as he recognized Kissan H'Haikaddad.
"Well met, well met, my young Lord Kissan," Zoser replied, donning his lofty, chipper tone reserved for those he considered close and trustworthy. Having watched the young nobleman grow older over the years, Zoser noted how much he looked like his father, Narutt - may the gods rest his soul - but bearing his mother's decadent complexion. There was a light in his eye that shone with youthful glory, and if Zoser were an envious man, he could have hated the boy out of jealousy for such youth.
It was good he did not feel that way.
"Ah, but will admit, it is good to be seen," he teased, "If I stay in the archives for too long, I may begin to gather dust." Zoser adjusted the way he sat with a laugh and noted that the young man did not have any refreshments with him. Ah, yes. He would not, of course, given the financial struggles facing his Hei. No matter, though, as he asked the servant to deliver another goblet and a fresh bottle for them to share.
"Please," he said, in an attempt to stall any protests that the young boy might have to receiving a gift of any kind considering his Hei's state of affairs.
"Oh, gossip is as gossip does, it simply fills the room with hot air," he chided, picking up the tray and extending the plate of dates and cheeses precariously across the water. Once Kissan had accepted a small bite, Zoser set the tray down and picked up a small wedge of goats cheese, adding a few words before he popped it into his mouth and swallowed a sip of wine to follow it.
"It has been lovely to see your sister attending to our Evening Radiance. Palace life suits her well. It would for you sometime, too." As he said, the word, a small thought formulated in his mind as he raised a brow and let his goblet hover before his lips as he asked, "Tell me, Kissan. Have you ever any interest in serving as a Royal Scribe?"
It may have seemed like a random offer, but positions within the Palace paid handily. Zoser liked the young lad's spice and vigor for life - such spirit and energy could be used within the Palace walls. If there was an interest, Zoser could coach him through the ins and outs of his position and align him for a proficient rise within the Palace, potentially to fulfill his fathers old position in time on the Council.
And, did he mention the pay? Kissan's Hei could use any assistance it could get.
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Utter relaxation nearly took Zoser off to the land of sleep. Visions of the world around him and conversations from earlier in the day slowly blended into memories of the past. The way the steam from the hot pools filled the air with humidity, mixed with the scent of salt dissolved in water and the wafting scent of wine in the air brought back a familiar memory from over a decade ago.
There was a thin, sandy beach sprawling next to the deep blue of the Aegean sea. Masts of the ships sprung from the water like cypress trees slicing across the horizon. On the cliffs above, the pleated column gleamed in stark white marble, not golden sandstone, some even bore the semblance of young maidens who seemed to bear the weight of the stone roof with their beauty alone. The water dripped down from longer, pitch black curls onto his shoulders where his simple chiton was pinned with a shining bronze fibulae...
Next to him, someone offered him a fig, and he smiled...
Then, the sound of his own name burst through this reverie.
His long lashes fluttered open, adjusting to the dim lamplight of the room and in an instant, Greece felt leagues and years away. He looked up at the figure addressing him with a soft hum, and then his cat like grin returned as he recognized Kissan H'Haikaddad.
"Well met, well met, my young Lord Kissan," Zoser replied, donning his lofty, chipper tone reserved for those he considered close and trustworthy. Having watched the young nobleman grow older over the years, Zoser noted how much he looked like his father, Narutt - may the gods rest his soul - but bearing his mother's decadent complexion. There was a light in his eye that shone with youthful glory, and if Zoser were an envious man, he could have hated the boy out of jealousy for such youth.
It was good he did not feel that way.
"Ah, but will admit, it is good to be seen," he teased, "If I stay in the archives for too long, I may begin to gather dust." Zoser adjusted the way he sat with a laugh and noted that the young man did not have any refreshments with him. Ah, yes. He would not, of course, given the financial struggles facing his Hei. No matter, though, as he asked the servant to deliver another goblet and a fresh bottle for them to share.
"Please," he said, in an attempt to stall any protests that the young boy might have to receiving a gift of any kind considering his Hei's state of affairs.
"Oh, gossip is as gossip does, it simply fills the room with hot air," he chided, picking up the tray and extending the plate of dates and cheeses precariously across the water. Once Kissan had accepted a small bite, Zoser set the tray down and picked up a small wedge of goats cheese, adding a few words before he popped it into his mouth and swallowed a sip of wine to follow it.
"It has been lovely to see your sister attending to our Evening Radiance. Palace life suits her well. It would for you sometime, too." As he said, the word, a small thought formulated in his mind as he raised a brow and let his goblet hover before his lips as he asked, "Tell me, Kissan. Have you ever any interest in serving as a Royal Scribe?"
It may have seemed like a random offer, but positions within the Palace paid handily. Zoser liked the young lad's spice and vigor for life - such spirit and energy could be used within the Palace walls. If there was an interest, Zoser could coach him through the ins and outs of his position and align him for a proficient rise within the Palace, potentially to fulfill his fathers old position in time on the Council.
And, did he mention the pay? Kissan's Hei could use any assistance it could get.
Utter relaxation nearly took Zoser off to the land of sleep. Visions of the world around him and conversations from earlier in the day slowly blended into memories of the past. The way the steam from the hot pools filled the air with humidity, mixed with the scent of salt dissolved in water and the wafting scent of wine in the air brought back a familiar memory from over a decade ago.
There was a thin, sandy beach sprawling next to the deep blue of the Aegean sea. Masts of the ships sprung from the water like cypress trees slicing across the horizon. On the cliffs above, the pleated column gleamed in stark white marble, not golden sandstone, some even bore the semblance of young maidens who seemed to bear the weight of the stone roof with their beauty alone. The water dripped down from longer, pitch black curls onto his shoulders where his simple chiton was pinned with a shining bronze fibulae...
Next to him, someone offered him a fig, and he smiled...
Then, the sound of his own name burst through this reverie.
His long lashes fluttered open, adjusting to the dim lamplight of the room and in an instant, Greece felt leagues and years away. He looked up at the figure addressing him with a soft hum, and then his cat like grin returned as he recognized Kissan H'Haikaddad.
"Well met, well met, my young Lord Kissan," Zoser replied, donning his lofty, chipper tone reserved for those he considered close and trustworthy. Having watched the young nobleman grow older over the years, Zoser noted how much he looked like his father, Narutt - may the gods rest his soul - but bearing his mother's decadent complexion. There was a light in his eye that shone with youthful glory, and if Zoser were an envious man, he could have hated the boy out of jealousy for such youth.
It was good he did not feel that way.
"Ah, but will admit, it is good to be seen," he teased, "If I stay in the archives for too long, I may begin to gather dust." Zoser adjusted the way he sat with a laugh and noted that the young man did not have any refreshments with him. Ah, yes. He would not, of course, given the financial struggles facing his Hei. No matter, though, as he asked the servant to deliver another goblet and a fresh bottle for them to share.
"Please," he said, in an attempt to stall any protests that the young boy might have to receiving a gift of any kind considering his Hei's state of affairs.
"Oh, gossip is as gossip does, it simply fills the room with hot air," he chided, picking up the tray and extending the plate of dates and cheeses precariously across the water. Once Kissan had accepted a small bite, Zoser set the tray down and picked up a small wedge of goats cheese, adding a few words before he popped it into his mouth and swallowed a sip of wine to follow it.
"It has been lovely to see your sister attending to our Evening Radiance. Palace life suits her well. It would for you sometime, too." As he said, the word, a small thought formulated in his mind as he raised a brow and let his goblet hover before his lips as he asked, "Tell me, Kissan. Have you ever any interest in serving as a Royal Scribe?"
It may have seemed like a random offer, but positions within the Palace paid handily. Zoser liked the young lad's spice and vigor for life - such spirit and energy could be used within the Palace walls. If there was an interest, Zoser could coach him through the ins and outs of his position and align him for a proficient rise within the Palace, potentially to fulfill his fathers old position in time on the Council.
And, did he mention the pay? Kissan's Hei could use any assistance it could get.
Kissan knew he probably should have objected to refreshments but truth be told he really wanted some and except for the polite start of an objection that was easily waved off by Zoser, Kissan offered to further protest and eagerly accepted the offerings. He tried to make sure he did not appear too over eager though and thus seemed stuck somewhere between being hesitant and enjoying the refreshments offered.
As his father's friend danced around the topic of gossip, Kissan could not hide that he was slightly disappointed to not hear of news of war but knew better than to press the older man.
When Zoser began speaking of his sisters' employment and perhaps some for him, Kissan frowned slightly at the topic of becoming a scribe. His writing was decent and even some might say inspirational for sure but it was not what he wanted to do for the rest of his life. Besides, scribes that had their own ideas about life were rarely welcome.
"You know where my heart lies sir" Kissan said earnestly. "If only my uncle would allow me. I could bring such glory to the Hei in the ranks! I am young, I am fit, I could rise quickly and lead our men to glory do you not think?"
Kissan took a sip from the extra goblet and considered how to convince Zoser and perhaps in turn his uncle. He just had to find a way. "Perhaps, you, could speak to my uncle Narmer for me? He found glory in the ranks? Why would he deny it of me?" he asked with imploring eyes. Was he turning on the charm a bit? Yes, yes he was. Would it work? That depended on the man sitting across from him.
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Kissan knew he probably should have objected to refreshments but truth be told he really wanted some and except for the polite start of an objection that was easily waved off by Zoser, Kissan offered to further protest and eagerly accepted the offerings. He tried to make sure he did not appear too over eager though and thus seemed stuck somewhere between being hesitant and enjoying the refreshments offered.
As his father's friend danced around the topic of gossip, Kissan could not hide that he was slightly disappointed to not hear of news of war but knew better than to press the older man.
When Zoser began speaking of his sisters' employment and perhaps some for him, Kissan frowned slightly at the topic of becoming a scribe. His writing was decent and even some might say inspirational for sure but it was not what he wanted to do for the rest of his life. Besides, scribes that had their own ideas about life were rarely welcome.
"You know where my heart lies sir" Kissan said earnestly. "If only my uncle would allow me. I could bring such glory to the Hei in the ranks! I am young, I am fit, I could rise quickly and lead our men to glory do you not think?"
Kissan took a sip from the extra goblet and considered how to convince Zoser and perhaps in turn his uncle. He just had to find a way. "Perhaps, you, could speak to my uncle Narmer for me? He found glory in the ranks? Why would he deny it of me?" he asked with imploring eyes. Was he turning on the charm a bit? Yes, yes he was. Would it work? That depended on the man sitting across from him.
Kissan knew he probably should have objected to refreshments but truth be told he really wanted some and except for the polite start of an objection that was easily waved off by Zoser, Kissan offered to further protest and eagerly accepted the offerings. He tried to make sure he did not appear too over eager though and thus seemed stuck somewhere between being hesitant and enjoying the refreshments offered.
As his father's friend danced around the topic of gossip, Kissan could not hide that he was slightly disappointed to not hear of news of war but knew better than to press the older man.
When Zoser began speaking of his sisters' employment and perhaps some for him, Kissan frowned slightly at the topic of becoming a scribe. His writing was decent and even some might say inspirational for sure but it was not what he wanted to do for the rest of his life. Besides, scribes that had their own ideas about life were rarely welcome.
"You know where my heart lies sir" Kissan said earnestly. "If only my uncle would allow me. I could bring such glory to the Hei in the ranks! I am young, I am fit, I could rise quickly and lead our men to glory do you not think?"
Kissan took a sip from the extra goblet and considered how to convince Zoser and perhaps in turn his uncle. He just had to find a way. "Perhaps, you, could speak to my uncle Narmer for me? He found glory in the ranks? Why would he deny it of me?" he asked with imploring eyes. Was he turning on the charm a bit? Yes, yes he was. Would it work? That depended on the man sitting across from him.
Pleased to see the young man accept his offered refreshments, Zoser made the choice to look away and rifle through some of the oils and such to let the young man enjoy the treat. After all, no one knew better of Hei Hakiaddad's struggle than he did - given that his hands had been most recently and knowledgeably on their ledgers.
Relaxing into the pool with a sigh, Zoser heard the young man's response and the scribe's expression responded in a low-lidded, raised brow expression as if to as, 'really? still?'
Of course, almost every young man in Egypt desired to set forth into a military career. Even the most common-born of men believed in the glory and honor that came with a valiant death as a nameless, faceless foot soldier to be cut down before they could grow facial hair properly. Kissan was a young man, too young even now to take up his Family Name - which was part of the issue itself.
"Ehhh, you could..." Zoser started, the quirk of his lip and the squint of his eye clearly reflecting the preference of his own proposal over the brash, dreamy-eyed thoughts of the teen. Before he could continue his statement, Kissan launched into a rather impassioned beckoning, and the thinnest of remembrances in their different social statuses prevented him from rolling his eyes.
"I do no think he will agree. You are the Heir of Hei Hakiaddad, are you not? It is your birthright." Zoser spoke almost too pleasantly before he took a sip from the glass of wine. The young man registered where this conversation was going. Still, Zoser continued in a gentle, yet firm cadence - the universally recognized tone of a teacher, giving a lesson.
"Your uncle was a second-son, you are not," Zoser stated, with each point seeming to float in glass in an arc from one side to another, as if placing each statement on Anubis' scales to be measured. "Your birthright is to maintain your Hei in all aspects as the Sirdar, your uncle's is not. It is difficult to even compare the two."
Zoser found that his tone may have become a slight bit too pressing and he sighed, leaning forward a bit with his elbows on his knees as if doing so would make the young man hear his point.
"You would not be indentured as a scribe for all of time, but...think of this as an opportunity to learn skills of management that even, begging your pardon, your uncle lacks. I could have you placed directly in my service, I would ensure you could learn everything you would ever need to know to bring success to your family." Zoser paused lightly before purposefully adding, "The position would bear a healthy salary as well."
Noting that the young man was ready to balk again, Zoser raised a hand as if to stay him from leaping directly out of the pool, offering gently, "Think about it. I will speak no more of it, if you wish. Here...have another stuffed date."
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Pleased to see the young man accept his offered refreshments, Zoser made the choice to look away and rifle through some of the oils and such to let the young man enjoy the treat. After all, no one knew better of Hei Hakiaddad's struggle than he did - given that his hands had been most recently and knowledgeably on their ledgers.
Relaxing into the pool with a sigh, Zoser heard the young man's response and the scribe's expression responded in a low-lidded, raised brow expression as if to as, 'really? still?'
Of course, almost every young man in Egypt desired to set forth into a military career. Even the most common-born of men believed in the glory and honor that came with a valiant death as a nameless, faceless foot soldier to be cut down before they could grow facial hair properly. Kissan was a young man, too young even now to take up his Family Name - which was part of the issue itself.
"Ehhh, you could..." Zoser started, the quirk of his lip and the squint of his eye clearly reflecting the preference of his own proposal over the brash, dreamy-eyed thoughts of the teen. Before he could continue his statement, Kissan launched into a rather impassioned beckoning, and the thinnest of remembrances in their different social statuses prevented him from rolling his eyes.
"I do no think he will agree. You are the Heir of Hei Hakiaddad, are you not? It is your birthright." Zoser spoke almost too pleasantly before he took a sip from the glass of wine. The young man registered where this conversation was going. Still, Zoser continued in a gentle, yet firm cadence - the universally recognized tone of a teacher, giving a lesson.
"Your uncle was a second-son, you are not," Zoser stated, with each point seeming to float in glass in an arc from one side to another, as if placing each statement on Anubis' scales to be measured. "Your birthright is to maintain your Hei in all aspects as the Sirdar, your uncle's is not. It is difficult to even compare the two."
Zoser found that his tone may have become a slight bit too pressing and he sighed, leaning forward a bit with his elbows on his knees as if doing so would make the young man hear his point.
"You would not be indentured as a scribe for all of time, but...think of this as an opportunity to learn skills of management that even, begging your pardon, your uncle lacks. I could have you placed directly in my service, I would ensure you could learn everything you would ever need to know to bring success to your family." Zoser paused lightly before purposefully adding, "The position would bear a healthy salary as well."
Noting that the young man was ready to balk again, Zoser raised a hand as if to stay him from leaping directly out of the pool, offering gently, "Think about it. I will speak no more of it, if you wish. Here...have another stuffed date."
Pleased to see the young man accept his offered refreshments, Zoser made the choice to look away and rifle through some of the oils and such to let the young man enjoy the treat. After all, no one knew better of Hei Hakiaddad's struggle than he did - given that his hands had been most recently and knowledgeably on their ledgers.
Relaxing into the pool with a sigh, Zoser heard the young man's response and the scribe's expression responded in a low-lidded, raised brow expression as if to as, 'really? still?'
Of course, almost every young man in Egypt desired to set forth into a military career. Even the most common-born of men believed in the glory and honor that came with a valiant death as a nameless, faceless foot soldier to be cut down before they could grow facial hair properly. Kissan was a young man, too young even now to take up his Family Name - which was part of the issue itself.
"Ehhh, you could..." Zoser started, the quirk of his lip and the squint of his eye clearly reflecting the preference of his own proposal over the brash, dreamy-eyed thoughts of the teen. Before he could continue his statement, Kissan launched into a rather impassioned beckoning, and the thinnest of remembrances in their different social statuses prevented him from rolling his eyes.
"I do no think he will agree. You are the Heir of Hei Hakiaddad, are you not? It is your birthright." Zoser spoke almost too pleasantly before he took a sip from the glass of wine. The young man registered where this conversation was going. Still, Zoser continued in a gentle, yet firm cadence - the universally recognized tone of a teacher, giving a lesson.
"Your uncle was a second-son, you are not," Zoser stated, with each point seeming to float in glass in an arc from one side to another, as if placing each statement on Anubis' scales to be measured. "Your birthright is to maintain your Hei in all aspects as the Sirdar, your uncle's is not. It is difficult to even compare the two."
Zoser found that his tone may have become a slight bit too pressing and he sighed, leaning forward a bit with his elbows on his knees as if doing so would make the young man hear his point.
"You would not be indentured as a scribe for all of time, but...think of this as an opportunity to learn skills of management that even, begging your pardon, your uncle lacks. I could have you placed directly in my service, I would ensure you could learn everything you would ever need to know to bring success to your family." Zoser paused lightly before purposefully adding, "The position would bear a healthy salary as well."
Noting that the young man was ready to balk again, Zoser raised a hand as if to stay him from leaping directly out of the pool, offering gently, "Think about it. I will speak no more of it, if you wish. Here...have another stuffed date."
Kissan's impassioned heart felt a small leap of hope as Zoser noted that Kissan could indeed go off to war. Yet before Kissan's young heart could be too emboldened, the older man brought up points that even Kissan could not find counters to right at that moment.
"Yes" he admitted begrudgingly when Zoser noted he was the heir to the Hei. It had not been a birthright he had really ever wanted or chased, but it was his none the less. Even if Narmer ever managed to get married, still it would be in his lap first. It felt more like a weight upon his neck than a privilege but he was not so unfeeling as to say so in front of Zoser.
Kissan opened his mouth to object when Zoser pointed out the differences between Kissan and Narmer and why they were not even comparable, but nothing came out for Kissan found himself oddly lacking in a suitable rebuttal. He narrowed his eyes slightly instead and took another sip of the wine.
Like any good teacher, Zoser was seemingly careful to not leave too much hang time for Kissan to think of another objection and was soon listing off further merits of taking on a scribal role in the palace. Kissan considered the merits of what Zoser mentioned, even though he still hated the idea of languishing in the palace while other men his age were proving their worth on the battle field. What excuse would he give them when they were all men? How would he prove his worth when they had faced death and he merely paper-cuts? Surely he would be a laughing stock.
He prepared himself note these objections to Zoser once the man finished his argument but instead found himself being urged to think on it and Zoser assured he would speak no more on it. Of that, Kissan was fairly certain was a falsehood. Still he could find no objection to eating the stuffed date and took it with a peace-keeping smile. He thought of Zoser much like his own uncle and did not wish to be at odds with his father's friend.
"I will think on it" he conceded and chewed thoughtfully on the date trying to think of other topics they could discuss. "So tell me then. What moments of excitement does a scribe's life such as yours contain?" Kissan asked with a slightly teasing tone.
"What of women?" his teasing smile widened and he took another sip of wine, relaxing back into the hot water and letting it wick away the excitement and stress and frustrations in his young life so far. He wished to think no more on trying to convince the older men in his life about the virtues of service in the army and looked forward to a few hours of laughing with Zoser about women and life and being a man in this world of theirs among the water and steam and good food. And what a world it was...
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Kissan's impassioned heart felt a small leap of hope as Zoser noted that Kissan could indeed go off to war. Yet before Kissan's young heart could be too emboldened, the older man brought up points that even Kissan could not find counters to right at that moment.
"Yes" he admitted begrudgingly when Zoser noted he was the heir to the Hei. It had not been a birthright he had really ever wanted or chased, but it was his none the less. Even if Narmer ever managed to get married, still it would be in his lap first. It felt more like a weight upon his neck than a privilege but he was not so unfeeling as to say so in front of Zoser.
Kissan opened his mouth to object when Zoser pointed out the differences between Kissan and Narmer and why they were not even comparable, but nothing came out for Kissan found himself oddly lacking in a suitable rebuttal. He narrowed his eyes slightly instead and took another sip of the wine.
Like any good teacher, Zoser was seemingly careful to not leave too much hang time for Kissan to think of another objection and was soon listing off further merits of taking on a scribal role in the palace. Kissan considered the merits of what Zoser mentioned, even though he still hated the idea of languishing in the palace while other men his age were proving their worth on the battle field. What excuse would he give them when they were all men? How would he prove his worth when they had faced death and he merely paper-cuts? Surely he would be a laughing stock.
He prepared himself note these objections to Zoser once the man finished his argument but instead found himself being urged to think on it and Zoser assured he would speak no more on it. Of that, Kissan was fairly certain was a falsehood. Still he could find no objection to eating the stuffed date and took it with a peace-keeping smile. He thought of Zoser much like his own uncle and did not wish to be at odds with his father's friend.
"I will think on it" he conceded and chewed thoughtfully on the date trying to think of other topics they could discuss. "So tell me then. What moments of excitement does a scribe's life such as yours contain?" Kissan asked with a slightly teasing tone.
"What of women?" his teasing smile widened and he took another sip of wine, relaxing back into the hot water and letting it wick away the excitement and stress and frustrations in his young life so far. He wished to think no more on trying to convince the older men in his life about the virtues of service in the army and looked forward to a few hours of laughing with Zoser about women and life and being a man in this world of theirs among the water and steam and good food. And what a world it was...
Kissan's impassioned heart felt a small leap of hope as Zoser noted that Kissan could indeed go off to war. Yet before Kissan's young heart could be too emboldened, the older man brought up points that even Kissan could not find counters to right at that moment.
"Yes" he admitted begrudgingly when Zoser noted he was the heir to the Hei. It had not been a birthright he had really ever wanted or chased, but it was his none the less. Even if Narmer ever managed to get married, still it would be in his lap first. It felt more like a weight upon his neck than a privilege but he was not so unfeeling as to say so in front of Zoser.
Kissan opened his mouth to object when Zoser pointed out the differences between Kissan and Narmer and why they were not even comparable, but nothing came out for Kissan found himself oddly lacking in a suitable rebuttal. He narrowed his eyes slightly instead and took another sip of the wine.
Like any good teacher, Zoser was seemingly careful to not leave too much hang time for Kissan to think of another objection and was soon listing off further merits of taking on a scribal role in the palace. Kissan considered the merits of what Zoser mentioned, even though he still hated the idea of languishing in the palace while other men his age were proving their worth on the battle field. What excuse would he give them when they were all men? How would he prove his worth when they had faced death and he merely paper-cuts? Surely he would be a laughing stock.
He prepared himself note these objections to Zoser once the man finished his argument but instead found himself being urged to think on it and Zoser assured he would speak no more on it. Of that, Kissan was fairly certain was a falsehood. Still he could find no objection to eating the stuffed date and took it with a peace-keeping smile. He thought of Zoser much like his own uncle and did not wish to be at odds with his father's friend.
"I will think on it" he conceded and chewed thoughtfully on the date trying to think of other topics they could discuss. "So tell me then. What moments of excitement does a scribe's life such as yours contain?" Kissan asked with a slightly teasing tone.
"What of women?" his teasing smile widened and he took another sip of wine, relaxing back into the hot water and letting it wick away the excitement and stress and frustrations in his young life so far. He wished to think no more on trying to convince the older men in his life about the virtues of service in the army and looked forward to a few hours of laughing with Zoser about women and life and being a man in this world of theirs among the water and steam and good food. And what a world it was...
Zoser watched the shadow of a pout stretch across the young man's face as his logic deftly cut away at his warmongering fantasies. Yes, glory in battle was something many if not all young Egyptian men imagined, but there was a cruel reality to it as well. Zoser had seen it first hand nearly a decade ago, when he was swept away from Athenia to use his knowledge against the people who had truly raised him, watching as they were cut down before him by those who technically shared his own blood.
Zoser abhorred war and cherished peace. It seemed directly against the will of the gods to cut down young men before they could truly enjoy and relish in their lust for life, as hedonistic as the rest of the world may have seen it. Yes, there was a need for young soldiers, but did Egypt not already have enough? Kissan did not need to become another of the nameless, faceless young men sent into battle before reaching his prime. Not only was it his preference for the young man's Hei and his friendship with his late father, but it was logic as well - after Kissan, who else could carry the Hei's name?
Satisfied with the boy'd promise to think on it, Zoser's lips and eyes curled into a cat-like grin and he nodded, teeth flashing as the man asked about the life of a scribe.
"Ah, well, there is one thing I can assure you, my young lord," Zoser started, watching as a slave all but silently entered the room carrying a drying cloth, "If women are your interest, I can promise you will see far more of them within the Palace walls than you ever will on the fields of battle. Only the most beautiful of women become handmaidens to the gods on earth."
Giving the young man a wink as if baiting him, he nodded briefly to the slave and began to stand from the hot pool, stretching his relaxed muscles with a decadent groan as he stood. Picking up the tray, he leaned over to set it next to Kissan, followed by his goblet of wine and the remainder in the decanter.
"Take the rest. I insist." He held his hand up to stop the young man from refusing it. "And please, do think on it, Lord Kissan." With that, he accepted the drying cloth to wrap around his figure and gave a brief bow to the young Haikaddad lord before being led away to the massage chambers.
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Zoser watched the shadow of a pout stretch across the young man's face as his logic deftly cut away at his warmongering fantasies. Yes, glory in battle was something many if not all young Egyptian men imagined, but there was a cruel reality to it as well. Zoser had seen it first hand nearly a decade ago, when he was swept away from Athenia to use his knowledge against the people who had truly raised him, watching as they were cut down before him by those who technically shared his own blood.
Zoser abhorred war and cherished peace. It seemed directly against the will of the gods to cut down young men before they could truly enjoy and relish in their lust for life, as hedonistic as the rest of the world may have seen it. Yes, there was a need for young soldiers, but did Egypt not already have enough? Kissan did not need to become another of the nameless, faceless young men sent into battle before reaching his prime. Not only was it his preference for the young man's Hei and his friendship with his late father, but it was logic as well - after Kissan, who else could carry the Hei's name?
Satisfied with the boy'd promise to think on it, Zoser's lips and eyes curled into a cat-like grin and he nodded, teeth flashing as the man asked about the life of a scribe.
"Ah, well, there is one thing I can assure you, my young lord," Zoser started, watching as a slave all but silently entered the room carrying a drying cloth, "If women are your interest, I can promise you will see far more of them within the Palace walls than you ever will on the fields of battle. Only the most beautiful of women become handmaidens to the gods on earth."
Giving the young man a wink as if baiting him, he nodded briefly to the slave and began to stand from the hot pool, stretching his relaxed muscles with a decadent groan as he stood. Picking up the tray, he leaned over to set it next to Kissan, followed by his goblet of wine and the remainder in the decanter.
"Take the rest. I insist." He held his hand up to stop the young man from refusing it. "And please, do think on it, Lord Kissan." With that, he accepted the drying cloth to wrap around his figure and gave a brief bow to the young Haikaddad lord before being led away to the massage chambers.
Zoser watched the shadow of a pout stretch across the young man's face as his logic deftly cut away at his warmongering fantasies. Yes, glory in battle was something many if not all young Egyptian men imagined, but there was a cruel reality to it as well. Zoser had seen it first hand nearly a decade ago, when he was swept away from Athenia to use his knowledge against the people who had truly raised him, watching as they were cut down before him by those who technically shared his own blood.
Zoser abhorred war and cherished peace. It seemed directly against the will of the gods to cut down young men before they could truly enjoy and relish in their lust for life, as hedonistic as the rest of the world may have seen it. Yes, there was a need for young soldiers, but did Egypt not already have enough? Kissan did not need to become another of the nameless, faceless young men sent into battle before reaching his prime. Not only was it his preference for the young man's Hei and his friendship with his late father, but it was logic as well - after Kissan, who else could carry the Hei's name?
Satisfied with the boy'd promise to think on it, Zoser's lips and eyes curled into a cat-like grin and he nodded, teeth flashing as the man asked about the life of a scribe.
"Ah, well, there is one thing I can assure you, my young lord," Zoser started, watching as a slave all but silently entered the room carrying a drying cloth, "If women are your interest, I can promise you will see far more of them within the Palace walls than you ever will on the fields of battle. Only the most beautiful of women become handmaidens to the gods on earth."
Giving the young man a wink as if baiting him, he nodded briefly to the slave and began to stand from the hot pool, stretching his relaxed muscles with a decadent groan as he stood. Picking up the tray, he leaned over to set it next to Kissan, followed by his goblet of wine and the remainder in the decanter.
"Take the rest. I insist." He held his hand up to stop the young man from refusing it. "And please, do think on it, Lord Kissan." With that, he accepted the drying cloth to wrap around his figure and gave a brief bow to the young Haikaddad lord before being led away to the massage chambers.